In any language...

...a cold one is a cold one! And in a hot, tropical climate, a cold one is somehow oh-so thirst-quenching. Which was how we found ourselves wandering into a little Italian pub in old San Juan, based on one criteria: beer special 2/$5. We had just toured the fort of El Morro, and took an ill-advised extra hike across the wide grassy hill, over to the wall. (Ill-advised as in, Rick said I don't think we should - and I said something like, well we're here, let's!) Ay ay ay. The unsexy part of the steamy Caribbean? Sweat. I will try not to mention it in every single post!

But this is what we saw across that field:

The graveyard by the sea... we have been informed by my brother Isaiah that it is where he would like to be buried. So really, I had to go and look, right? To see his future resting place, right?

And honestly, it made the long walk back uphill so l-o-n-g, that when we stumbled across the tiny Italian joint, there was no decision to be made at all.

Pizza y Birre, it is called. And pizza y birre is what we had. Absolutely scrumptious thin crust pizza with artichokes and crimini mushrooms on top, and some absolutely hit-the-spot birre from Paraguay. We couldn't leave! This was a high point of the trip, it was that good. And the beer special, well, it was most welcome. The resort area at the beach is rather pricey (as in $7 beer, $15 drinks), but the old city has delicious food and drink - and 2/$5 deals. So we ate, we drank, we took pictures in the mirror, and enjoyed the cozy atmosphere.

That Rick, he has cool ideas, inspired by frosty Paraguayan beverages.

Cheers!